With Marichi It Ends Poem by LALATENDU KABI

'Here are Kratu, Pulaha, Pulastya, Atri, emember my son,
Angiraa, VashiShtha, Marichi next at the end in seriatim.
Join Pulaha to Kratu and on that line as you go a little far,
The brighter one that you can see is known as the polar star.

The sun the moon, the planets and the comets keep changing place,
That Pole Star alone remains stubborn; He is not in the motion race.
Like that star you be steadfast; from ethics you never shiver.
You need give me nothing my child, except fire to my cadaver.'

As a child I could grasp broadly my father's ultimate wishes,
That night of summer on the roof we were on the mattress.
Time rolled through and I also grew, and to face challenges of life,
I left village to earn some wage, and came to town with my wife.

My little kid from me did learn names of stars, their places.
At home her grandfather poured on her all his loving graces.
Years did roll; death took its toll and my father did succumb.
Him I ever nothing gave; now in our village grave, made fire by his tomb.

Again came a hot summer onslaught, and we went onroof at night;
'Show me grandpa's star, ' asked my daughter, 'for, I bow to him quite.'
The more she talked my throat got choked, I told in my humbled voice,
'Marichi's the end my dear little friend, and we dpn't have a choice.'